People cannot keep their eyes off of a fire,
they just have to gaze and reflect; because
there is something in the fire too bright to discern
and they simply must get closer.
Moths fiercely sacrifice themselves for this
wisdom of love.
Some friends are like this fire… and so,
there must bit of fire in the moth
for him/her to love the flame so much,
these same friends are also like the moth
Whatever provision comes to us
by way of condition, affect, abundance or shortcoming
surely must draw our eyes to the Provider,
the root of the root of the root,
the Shams too bright to discern.
Rumi reminds us not to separate sorrow and joy
lest it tear our heart apart – so…
pain is the doorway to the Ka’aba for lovers
and all shall leave “whole”
as it says over the very same doorway out.
Our tears add a pinch of salt
for the nourishment we all seek
in Mevlana’s kitchen!
